Chapter 6

I lean against a tree, arms crossed, positioned a few feet away from the packhouse where the ballroom is located, waiting for Helen. Our packhouse, nestled in the heart of the woods, is surrounded by tall trees, emphasizing our close connection to nature as werewolves. Although the night is young, I couldn't care less for its beauty. My mood is so sour that I can't even appreciate the starry night sky, with the moon shining brightly. I sent an omega to call her. My gaze fixates on a solitary stone beneath my feet, the minutes ticking away with excruciating slowness. The relentless howls of my wolf echo in my mind, a storm of conflicting emotions urging me to reconsider my decision with every passing moment of Helen's impending arrival. I truly wish I could, but the past hour has shown me I can’t.

I thrust myself away from the tree as the unmistakable scent of Helen wafts through the air. As she materializes before me, she was